Acts of Congress

by Red Snapper

  Samerra smiled seductively while she softly traced her fingers from her firm buttocks and made her way to the soft tuft of hair that sat so neatly above her punany. She placed her leg between hers, forcing her thighs open a little more. Her fingers slid easily through her engorged puffy lips, her wetness forming in small pools just inside her opening. Samerra gently slid two fingers in her straight away, causing her to gasp loudly. Her thumb striking her clit, flicking over it while she pummeled her fingers inside.

  “Aaghhhh Samerra...Ooohhhh talk to me... now baby...ohhh,” she begged while she raised her leg and rested it on the edge of the bathtub.

  When Samerra heard that, she knew what she had to do. Dorena’s legs were shaking, her breathing ragged while she begged her repeatedly. She was desperate, so out of control. She heard her beg before but not like this. Samerra put herself right back in the game, where she had hung on the outskirts not wanting to go further.

  “Bitch... you made me this way, now finish it,” shouted Dorena as Samerra immediately pulled her fingers out, and cupped her pussy, wondering to herself whether this was one of those times where she would get off from her words. Her hand against her pussy, no intrusion with her fingers, no movement on her hard clit. Samerra reached up, placed her hand around her throat, and pinned her tight against the shower wall. With her lips close to her ear she began to whispered, “Ohhh Dorena, look at you, all needy and desperate…acting like a whore pleading with me to talk to you. I'm talking now you bitch, is this want you want? You want me to tell you that you are whore? You get off on it don't you Dorena?”

  Samerra could hear from her breathing that she couldn't take much more as her head was nodding throughout her soft words, agreeing with her in silence. She felt her shaking against her, her juices flowing through her fingers. Samerra’s lips brushing against hers and her eyes firmly locked with hers.

  “You want to cum don't you bitch? You like getting treated like a whore, getting creamed on and made to drink it, you love it don’t you?”

  Her head nodded once again as Samerra pulled back from her lips. “You gonna cum for me now bitch?”

  Again, her head nodded, and her hips began to grind on Samerra’s hand. She gripped her tighter and shook her head in disagreement with her movements. She stopped, “Please Samerra let me cum...I’m a dirty bitch and a whore...” Samerra’s wicked grin was now telling her that’s what she wanted to hear. She raised an eyebrow as she continued. “I love it when you do this to me, I...I... am... truly a...a dirty whore...and a dir...” Her words stifling while her body shook; still no movement from her hips, her whole body went rigid and tense as each wave of her intense orgasm numbed every nerve ending. Samerra moaned loud enough for her to hear. Then it came from deep within, rising up through her body. “Ohhhhhhhh... dirty bi...Bitch aaghhhh I’m a nasty, dirty Bitch, oohhhhhhhhhhhhh... fucckkkkkkk.”

  Samerra quickly released her grip from her throat as her head fell forward against her shoulder, her fingers now running through her hair, her breathing, so hard, so fast and uncontrollable. She pulled her head back with a tug of her hair then took her hand away from her pussy. “Clean this like the bitch on heat you are Dorena?”

  Offering her hand, covered in her cum. Samerra placed her palm against her face, and rubbed it in slow circles. “Mmmmm my caramel little bitch is hungry for this isn’t she,” Samerra moaned.

  Her full lips contorting as her palm rubbed on them. Her mouth opened wider, tasting her cum. Her tongue crept out, licking slowly at first. Samerra lowered her palm so that her fingers now rubbed against her lips. She dipped them in and felt her warm mouth surround them. “You like me feeding you don’t you bitch,” Samerra whispered as she licked her fingers wildly and started sucking her cum off them one by one. Within a few minutes, her breathing began to return to normal and her tongue slowed down its dance on her fingers.

  For a while longer, they stared at each other, neither one speaking. Again, her eyes were burning with passion. Samerra looked away thinking that was enough, no more.

  Samerra suddenly spoke, “So are you satisfied?”

  She shook her head grabbing her arm. “No Samerra, I want more, please keep me going okay?”

  By the time, she finished her sentence tears were in her eyes. Samerra shook her head, thoughts of regret rushed through her mind. “Damn what the fuck have I done to her,” she thought as she continued to gaze at her. She was a wreck; she was shaking, crying and sobbing.

  “Damn Samerra, please, I’m so lost without you, I need this…I need you so please don't let this end now…please baby…please?”

  Her eyes pleading with her to continue what they had started. “I know you liked it Samerra, you would have stopped it in the beginning if those desires hadn't returned. I saw the look in your eyes too when I fell to the floor, you miss this shit too Samerra…you miss the power you have over me.”

  “Shit, where is all this coming from,” Samerra thought while her mind was trying to find answers. Pulling her arm away from her as she sternly said, “No Dorena, you're out of control. This ends RIGHT NOW.”

  Samerra quickly stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. She could hear Dorena’s sobs while she left the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. She quickly strolled over toward the closet frantically searching for something to put on, wanting to run, to escape this situation. Questions ran through her mind as she thought, “What the hell's gotten into her? No wait…what the hell's got into me? Why is she being like this? Did I really do this to her?”

  Samerra continued with her thoughts while Dorena’s sobbing continued. She quickly noticed that her sobbing was becoming louder as she turned to face the bathroom door. When she turned around Samerra immediately noticed Dorena as she was crawling towards her. Her full breasts swaying, her cute arse shimmying from side to side, this did nothing but to make Samerra’s heart skip beats. Dorena knew what she was doing while she crawled like a panther ensuring she was seductive as humanly possible. Her movement extremely smooth and elegant while she spoke in a sexy timbre, “Don’t you remember how I used to crawl toward you, don't you Samerra? How it made you feel? You know your heart would flutter and your breathing would go oh so deep. Don't fight it baby, it’s too late for that now. Just take it in…feel the vibe girl.”

  While she now watched her approach all she could feel was anger, regret, desire, passion and obsession. These emotions quickly were all building in her, crawling under her skin. Flashbacks of their last time together crashed into the forefront of her mind. She backed into the closet door, the coldness against her skin matching the coldness in her heart on ‘that’ day. That day seemed like new, as if it had only just happened. Samerra lowered her head into her hands, and screamed at her, “STOP IT YOU BITCH...JUST FUCKIN’ STOP IT NOW!”

  Now extremely concerned Dorena now stood up in front of her, “Now who's fucking out of control, look at you Samerra, you’re a fucking mess. You’re fighting those feelings. Those dark desires you have are pushing again aren't they? How rough are you gonna get this time when I beg you to hurt me? Your fuckin’ bitch you like it rough don't you do remember don’t you?”

  Samerra tried to control her tears while she quickly realized that she was losing the fight against it, her hands reached up around her neck. She marched her back across the bedroom. “Turn around you fucking bitch, tell me what you really want from me?”

  Samerra pushed her down on the ottoman. “Get on all fours and tell me what you want?” Samerra’s breathing was ragged but she didn’t care now. The battle with her conscience and the thought of losing her position working with Congresswoman Lucas had vanished. Power, passion and obsession had completely overwhelmed her now while she pursued to give Dorena what she most desired.

  “Oh Samerra, fuck me hard. Get the big one, I want your big one,” she begged.

  She stood up and strolled to open the closet again, this time grabbing a large wooden box. She reached in it and grabbed her harness and then she fumbled
around in the box to find the strap-on she wanted. She had only used this on her once, but man did she climax hard. She stood in front of her attaching it to her harness as she spoke, “My whore wants this inside her does she…my big girl dick fucking her tight little pussy huh?”

  “Yes, Samerra please...fuck me hard...be rough with me, I deserve it, I’m such a caramel bitch remember...your house nigga right?”

  She waved the strap-on in her face, grabbing her by her hair and pushed her mouth onto it. “That's it bitch, suck it, get it wet. I want it dripping.” The saliva was oozing from her mouth while she thought, “I know I shouldn’t have started this mess up again but maybe I can just do this for a little while, just to see where it takes me.”

  8

  Meanwhile across this so called politically correct metropolis, Caramel Love exited the limousine and was now strolling up toward Congressman Whetstone’s exclusive Montgomery County condominium just outside Bethesda, Maryland. She couldn’t help but to enjoyed the full moon peaking over the horizon while she thought, “I’m gonna see what this old bastard is working with…I really need to get my money so I can get this damn reconstructive procedure over with, I just want to get on with being the woman I know I should be.”

  As she made her way toward the front entrance, she immediately noticed that two Middle Eastern men wearing extremely fashionable two-piece suits were standing just outside the door. She slowly made her way up to the entrance when one of the men immediately stopped her.

  “Excuse me, what do you want?”

  She gazed at him distraught when she immediately replied to his question, “I’m here to see a friend, excuse me.”

  While she tried to move around him, quickly both men stepped in front of her, keeping her from entering into the condominium. While she now gazed in the face of both of them one of them immediately responded, “You cannot enter until our business is finished here.”

  Normally she would have caused a scene but while she was now lending on one of them she felt what seemed to be some type of firearm underneath his coat while he slowly put his hand on the object. Caramel smiled slightly while she attempted to step backward but he quickly grabbed her by her arm with his free hand when he abruptly replied, “You smell really good for an American…you come to play around with the ol’ man huh bitch?”

  The other man immediately started laughing when the door finally opened. There stood an extremely short man, well groomed, wearing a white Afghani two-piece set with a black shoes. He wore a cream bisht Arabic cloak that was trimmed in gold with a matching shemagh scarf.

  His face was bronze with a black mustache and goatee which when he smiled it made him look extremely sinister. He chuckled while he slowly strolled out the door toward Caramel admiring her exquisiteness while he spoke in a raspy low tone, “So who is this flower that has bloomed on the pouch of this house?”

  Both men quickly turned around bowing while he stepped toward them.

  “Amīr al-Mu'minīn…we did not see you!”

  He gazed at them with a furious expression while they slowly backed away from Caramel who just stood there astonished. He now stood directly in front of her, looking her up and down as if he was inspecting a soldier and then commenced to stroll around her, which made her extremely nervous.

  “My…you’re such the pretty one I see. Who are you my sweet?”

  Before she could answer, Thomas immediately emerged from the building interrupting him, “I see you’ve met my lady friend.”

  When Caramel saw Thomas, she immediately strolled over toward him. Now grabbing hold of his arm, Thomas continued his dialogue, “I think our business is finished here…I’ll be in touch in a few days gentlemen.”

  The man expressed a mischievous grin while he responded, “I’ll be expecting it…please enjoy the rest of your evening. Perhaps next time you’ll have a gorgeous flower such as this one waiting for me upon my return No?”

  He turned away laughing boisterously while he signaled for his men to follow. Before he could reach the last step of the stairs leading to the driveway, his limousine came speeding up, stopping instantly in front of him. One of his henchmen quickly opened the door allowing him to enter. He sat down in the vehicle while someone quickly lit his cigar, putting on a pair of sunglasses he just gazed up at them while the window opened and let smoke exit the car. He smiled at Caramel as the car commenced to roll away down the driveway. Caramel looked up at Thomas when she asked, “Who was that Thomas?”

  He smiled while he immediately replied, “Oh he’s just an old friend…no one for you to be concerned with my dear.”

  When they strolled into the apartment, she tried to get this episode out of her mind, but she just couldn’t. She was so intrigued with finding out who this Afghani man was and why Thomas was involved with him that she told herself, “I’ve seen this man before but where? I’m gonna find out one way or another who is he?”

  She looked at Thomas while he stepped behind the bar to prepare their drinks. Curious she let herself ask this question, “So baby…that guy that was here…he really made me feel perilous …how’d you two meet?”

  Thomas sighed while he poured some Cristal into two glasses and then picked them up, strolling over toward the love seat where Caramel now sat. He gave her the glass while he responded to her question, “He’s just a business associate of mine that’s all…why are you so concerned?”

  She sipped her drink and then she responded, “He really made me feel uncomfortable and I just wanted to know why you would be involved with someone like him. He just looks dirty to me.”

  Thomas laughed while he sat his glass down, turning slightly toward her when he responded, “Caramel I really like you, but don’t you think that you’re taking this a little out of context here?”

  She glared at him when she replied, “So because I’m just your whore you think I’m getting too involved in your business?”

  He gazed at her while he replied, “Yes…I mean no…uhhh…”

  As soon as she heard that she quickly finished her drink and stood while she responded, “I think I better get out of here before I caught a case!”

  He immediately stood up, grabbing her by her arms while he replied, “No…no don’t leave, please sit down…I didn’t mean that. It all just came out wrong…you’re not some whore…it’s just that these questions about Asad had me thinking you wanted to be with him or something.”

  She looked up at him when she replied, “What…you thought that I wanted to sleep with him? Damn Thomas just because I turn tricks doesn’t mean I fuck everything in sight. Damn you do look at me as just a fuckin’ whore!”

  He sighed while he tried to reason with her, “Look Caramel…let’s not spoil our evening, let’s just sit right here by the fire and enjoy ourselves. You know I really care about you…don’t you baby?”

  While he lowered his head, kissing her on her neck she sighed slightly closing her eyes while she replied, “Okay…Thomas…whatever you say…but…”

  While he made his way down to her shoulders she thought, “I’m gonna find out what his involvement with this Asad character really is…then I’m gonna get paid.”

  Meanwhile, as they begin to start their sexual session, across the way in a condo facing theirs was a mysterious assailant dressed in all black who was watching them. He immediately focused the high-powered camera lens through the window while he commenced to take several pictures of Thomas and Caramel. The photographer couldn’t believe his eyes as he starting taking pictures out of control, watching the Congressman and his chocolate whore while they engaged in their sexual escapade.

  “Is this what you want,” Caramel said in a soft voice, while she slowly moved her fingers under her panties, caressing tenderly her ass. Thomas’ dick got so hard, and she got even hornier with the sense of authority she had over him. She quickly got up and stood over him, as she was, completely dressed, with her ass above his head, and his head just above her dick, in a sixty nine position. Caram
el slowly opened her mouth and got his dick inside. She started moving her head up and down, while she was sucking his stiff dick with lust. Her hand got over his balls, and she softly squeezed them while she deep throated his dick at the same time. Caramel was giving him the blowjob of his life, when she decided to add a little spice to it.

  The photographer couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he witnessed this unfolding before him. In a sick kind of way, he was getting aroused while he continued to snap pictures in his voyeurism.

  Caramel being the expert that she was simply lowered her ass on his face, and with her hand, she parted her panties, giving him access to her asshole. As she did this, she just moaned like a proper lady, and commanded him: “Lick me there, come on, I need to feel you there. Lick me man, make me moist and ready for you. Suck my soft asshole.”

  He stuck his tongue against her anus, and started to lick her uncontrollably, getting a good taste of her ass. His dick went rock hard while she stuck her middle finger deep inside his firm asshole. He was gladly accepting it more and more, and he suddenly exploded in her mouth, giving Caramel a thick load of cum, which she immediately swallowed, while at the same time she was squeezing his prostate, milking him inside her mouth. Caramel sucked him dry, and swallowed every bit of his cum then she let go of his dick, as it was now extremely limb, and sat over his face, rubbing her ass up and down, back and front against his mouth, really enjoying the feeling of getting her asshole sucked.

  Caramel got up and removed her skirt, revealing the full length of her erect penis, hidden inside the lingerie, but she was still wearing her garter belt and stockings and her high heel shoes. She was going to be dressed like a lady for the rest of the night.